This World Is a Virtual World!

Ling Yun returned to the classroom in the last ten minutes before the dismissal bell.

On the podium, homeroom teacher Liu Shiguo was passionately explaining physics problems, making the disciples who hadn't grasped the concepts feel like they needed to kowtow and beg for divine intervention.

"Report!"

Ling Yun's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a stone dropped into a calm lake, instantly drawing the attention of the entire class.

The students who were struggling also suddenly perked up.

"You can come in."

Liu Shiguo looked up and saw it was Ling Yun, a rare smile appearing on his usually stern face.

"Zhou Da just put in a leave request for you, saying you were at the boxing club for the city's youth free combat qualification selection?"

He put down the chalk, rested his hands on the podium, and asked with evident interest.

He paused, his tone carrying a clear note of uncertainty, "This kid... he wasn't messing with me, was he?"

"Hey, hey, hey! Teacher! By heaven and earth! Am I that kind of person, Zhou Da?!"

Zhou Da, sitting in the front row, immediately shot up, his round face turning bright red as if he had suffered a grave insult.

Liu Shiguo looked him up and down, pushed his glasses up, and said bluntly, "My apologies, Zhou Da, I was overthinking it. It's just... your round, honest face, with a hint of cleverness, makes one feel... well... that you might be quite cunning."

His words were blunt, causing the whole class to erupt in laughter.

"Teacher! Your explanation is worse than saying nothing! That really stings!"

Zhou Da clutched his chest and let out an exaggerated "wail," as if struck by an invisible arrow, making everyone laugh even harder.

"Teacher," Ling Yun said, suppressing a smile, waiting for the laughter to subside, "Zhou Da didn't lie to you. I did go to the boxing club selection just now."

Before Liu Shiguo could respond, the classroom erupted in discussion like a boiling pot.

In fact, from the moment the class bell rang, some people had noticed Ling Yun's empty seat. The reason was simple:

He was handsome!

Ling Yun's presence was too strong.

The girls in the class could always find various angles and excuses, openly or secretly, to admire him.

So, when he was absent, he was immediately noticed.

In contrast, if it were a transparent student in the class, they might disappear for a whole day without anyone noticing.

"How did it go?"

Liu Shiguo's smile faded, and he scanned Ling Yun with concern, "You weren't injured, were you?" As the homeroom teacher, his students' safety was always the top priority.

"Thank you for your concern, Teacher," Ling Yun felt a warmth in his heart from the genuine worry, "I wasn't injured, and... I got the only qualifying spot for the school's male division."

"Whoa!" Liu Shiguo's eyes lit up. His previous worry instantly turned into surprise, and he couldn't help but pat the podium, "Good kid! You've really brought honor to our class! Amazing!" He gave an unreserved thumbs-up.

"Wow--!"

"Really?!"

"Class monitor went to fight in free combat? And got a spot?!"

"He's strong, but fighting isn't just about strength, right? Technique is important too!"

The gasps and discussions in the class instantly rose several decibels, and the students looked at Ling Yun with shock and disbelief.

Only Zhou Da's mouth stretched to his ears, wearing a calm "I knew it all along" expression, as if everything was within his control.

"Quiet down, everyone!"

Zhou Da cleared his throat, stood up, placed his hands on his hips, and, imitating the posture of a novel protagonist, loudly announced, "What's so surprising about this? Who is Brother Yun? He's the only man in this concrete jungle of a modern society who makes me feel like he's radiating protagonist aura! Do you understand what destiny means?"

His showboating was smooth and natural, as if he himself had been the one dominating the boxing ring earlier.

"Zhou Da, don't you know we're in class?"

Liu Shiguo couldn't help but feel speechless seeing Zhou Da's demeanor.

"Hehe, Teacher, I forgot. My apologies."

It was only then that Zhou Da remembered it was class time and quickly begged for mercy.

However, Liu Shiguo was a relatively open-minded teacher, so he didn't punish him.

In this relaxed, happy, and slightly buzzing atmosphere, the dismissal bell rang right on time.

"Class dismissed!" Liu Shiguo was decisive. The bell was an order. He picked up his lesson plans and textbooks and strode out of the classroom without hesitation, heading straight for the smoking area at the end of the corridor.

As soon as Liu Shiguo left, Zhou Da's "bear paw" landed on Ling Yun's back.

"Brother Yun! Brother Yun!"

Zhou Da's eyes gleamed. He had already prepared paper and pen and leaned in devoutly.

"Quick! Tell me in detail! How did you dominate the boxing club earlier, overpower everyone, and ultimately claim the championship? Don't miss a single detail! This is golden material for my future novel!"

Looking at Zhou Da's "eager to learn" gossipy expression, Ling Yun found it both exasperating and amusing.

But, having such an enthusiastic audience, occasionally showing off didn't seem so bad?

So, he concisely recounted his recent experience at the boxing club, including meeting teacher Zhao Ruixue, Zheng Chenyang's provocation, and that clean, swift KO punch.

"Holy crap?! Wait!!"

After listening, Zhou Da's mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg, his eyes bulged, and he froze in place as if struck by lightning.

"Qinghe's senior schoolmate's coach... is our gym teacher Zhao Ruixue?! And... and she's going to teach us gym class later?!"

"Da Zi? Da Zi? Wake up! What's wrong?"

Ling Yun waved his hand in front of Zhou Da's eyes and patted his chubby face, confirming he was merely "shocked" and not "dead from a sudden collapse."

"Brother Yun! I get it! I seriously suspect... this world we're in... it's a massive virtual reality game! All our fates, including that ridiculously coincidental chain of events just now, are pre-written program scripts by some high-dimensional dog of a planner! Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence? Readers would curse the author for being lazy and forcing coincidences if this plot appeared in a novel!"

Zhou Da suddenly snapped back to reality, grabbing Ling Yun's arm. His expression was more serious than ever, carrying a philosopher's depth.

"..."

Ling Yun silently watched Zhou Da, lost in his own "enlightenment." He pulled his arm back and stood up.

"Alright, alright, Da Zi, you continue contemplating your universal truths. I need to go to the field to organize the teams. Don't be late for gym class."

With that, he ignored Zhou Da, who was still engaged in "philosophical speculation," and turned to leave.

"Hey?! Brother Yun! Wait for me! I didn't say I wasn't going to help organize!"

Seeing Ling Yun actually leaving, Zhou Da instantly transformed from "philosopher" back to "little follower." All thoughts of virtual worlds and universal truths flew out of his mind. He grabbed his notebook from the table and chased after Ling Yun, shouting.

"Brother Yun! Wait for me! I'll help you maintain discipline!"

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